(I’m talkin’ ‘bout the leaves),
It brings a dose of joy to me
That not much else achieves.
Combined with yellow trees and reds,
The offerings of fall,
That happy feeling quickly spreads
And I am in their thrall
Until the season fades away
Or I’m not in a place
Where I can see them every day,
Such beauty to embrace.
I know that others will defend
Their willows or their palms
And they are lovely, I’ll contend,
But I have zero qualms
Declaring maples, gums and beech,
Whose oranges just glow,
As those which do their best to teach
The lessons they bestow.
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